| Said to the man at the railroad station
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| «I want a ticket, just for one»
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| He said, «Well, if you insist
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| Where you wanna go, Miss?»
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| Oh, destination anywhere
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| East or west, I don’t care
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| You see my baby don’t love me no more
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| This old world ain’t got no back door
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| He looked at me with a funny face and said
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| «Are you sure you wanna go just anyplace?»
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| I said, «If you ever loved someone, the way I loved that man
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| Surely mister ticket agent, you should understand»
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| Destination anywhere
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| East or west, I don’t care
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| You see my baby don’t want me no more
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| This old world ain’t got no back door
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| 'Cause every day, it would swing both ways
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| And we’d go on back to happy yesterdays
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| When I loved him tenderly
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| And all he needed was me As I stepped through the window of the train
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| I thought, I heard my baby call my name
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| But it was just the conductor saying
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| «Which stop would you prefer?»
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| Oh, destination anywhere
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| East or west, I don’t care
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| You see my baby don’t love me no more
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| And this old world ain’t got no back door
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| Destination anywhere
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| East or west, I don’t care
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| Destination anywhere
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| East or west, I don’t care
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| Destination anywhere
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| East or west, I don’t care
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| Destination anywhere
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| East or west, I don’t care
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| Destination, destination anywhere
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| East or west, I just don’t care
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| Destination anywhere
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| East or west, I don’t care |